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Banging my head against the wall cos I made a typo while hacking the Matrix
"So, this is the subject, Doctor Reed?"
"Yes sir, his family will find out that he had gone missing on a walk in the woods. It will make no difference, they can't do anything," Reed stated, motioning to the struggling body of a bound Mr Stephenson through the viewing screen.
"Good, now the egg we found underground will hatch, and will lay the embryo inside this man’s body, where it will grow, and burst forth as one of those spectacular beings. We could do anything with this, Reed. We have been questioning this being since we were young men, and now here it is.”
"Yes, sir, this will truly be spectacular. But, is this truly wise? What about the hunters in the records we found? They hunt these creatures. If e we show these up they will come, and they have weapons and skills greater than any of our soldiers!”
“Reed? We have been working for this all our lives, and you would threaten the entire operation because of some stupid hunters?!”
“No, no, of course not sir.”
“Good,” Weyland said, turning back to the viewing screen. “So it shall all soon begin. Pay the mercenary group, via Mr. Bliss, and then we shall wait.
“Of course, sir,” Reed replied, before turning and walking away.
Inside the room beyond the viewing screen, the egg unfolded, and a small being leapt out, before moving towards Mr. Stephenson, and jumping towards him as the man screamed.
“No! Dear God, no, no, no-“
It tightened its grip with its tail around Mr. Stephensons neck, and it latched around his head, silencing the screams.
“Soon it shall all begin.”
Hey guys, and welcome to this AVP roleplay!
This is the restart thread for the RP, so everybody who was in the previous thread, please do join, and anybody else who wants to can...
... anyway, hope you join, and have a nice day...
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Great RP Lord of Dakka
Don't mess with the Kaiser!
"It's not what you do, it is how big the explosion is, and the people you kill allong the way that makes it all worthwhile," The Kaiser
Character:
Name: Terrance Blackwood (he’s back and better than ever) but travels under many aliases
Race: Human
Age: 35
Equipment: Kevlar lined leather jacket, silenced 9mm handgun, 7.62 caliber sniper rifle, scoped and silenced, combat knife made from carbon fiber and stainless steel
Appearance/Personality: Terrance stands at about 5’7” and is rather short however his lack of height is compensated for by his intelligence and is exceedingly smart. He is known as “a trigger finger” in underground circles. He never was arrogant enough to take the tile “The trigger finger” but everyone knows that if you ask for a trigger finger then Terrance is the man who will answer. He has a nondescript face and short black hair that is cut neatly into a style that keeps it out of the way. His leather jacket is lined with Kevlar fibers, not enough to stop any real damage but certainly enough to save him from a low caliber shot, a glancing hit or a spray of shotgun pellets. His black singlet top has ammo loops sewn into it and his black fatigues have clips for magazines all around the belt line and thighs. He often never fills them but they are there if he needs them to be. His black boots have probably seen more action than his rifle over the course of their ownership.
History: Terrance grew up as ‘the nerd’, ‘the teachers pet’, ‘the grade A student’ he kept his emotions hidden from other for pretty much the first 20 years of his life. But as soon as he got out of university on a technology and electronics degree everything changed. Now not only were his emotions hidden, he was too. He disappeared for a good five years but eventually in the underground circles people started hearing about assassinations that were done quickly efficiently, and scarily enough sanctioned. These were hits that often enough men hired people to perform. Soon instead of the mark ending up dead, both the hit man and the mark would have 7.62 round embedded in their skulls or chests. Eventually the major “players” of Britain’s underground began to search out this ghostlike killer. To this day they still haven’t found him but he began to give anonymous phone calls offering his services to the drug lords and crime barons of England Scotland Ireland and Wales. It was rumored that he even prepared a hit on the British Queen before at the last minute the hit was called off. No one knows why but to this day there is still a handgun with its serial number and production stamp filed off in a wall cavity at Buckingham palace that has gone unused. It still has a single round chambered. Eventually the British secret service cottoned onto the fact that every assassination in the last 10 years had been performed with one of two caliber bullets and every single one of those bullets had the same rifling grooves. They tried to track ‘a trigger finger’ down and have been chasing him through Britain for the last year or so. All that they have made in the way of progress is 15 dead agents. All with a nine millimeter bullet fired through their right eye socket just apart from the bridge of the nose.
Quote: This is a trigger finger. I heard you have a mark?
Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend???
Personality: Silent, Deadly and watches the young bloods
Appearance:
Facts: He is a Hmighty hunter seeking for a mighty opponent but has never found any that equal his skills. His ship had landed on earth nearly 100 years ago and has stayed in search for his perfect prey. He has searched England killing all who are just for sport but never civillians even if they are armed.
Weapons: Duel-wrist blades, Plasma caster,Shuriken and throwing spear.
Equipment: Predator IR detection mask, Armor, Cloak device and self destruct device.
NPC:
Name: Meyr
Species/affiliation: Young Blood
Age: 179
Weapons: Wrist Blade and plasma caster
Equipment: Bio helmet, Armour, Cloak device and self destruct device.
Name: Tyra
Species/affiliation: Young Blood
Age: 181
Weapons: Wrist blade and Net gun
Equipment: Bio helmet, Cloak device and self destruct device
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
Equipment: barretta nine MM. (brifcase, in a lead covering. one dozen magazines) Scilencer, UMP 45, M110 Snier system, AK 47 in a false partition in his trunk. colt 38. detective special snub revolver (in a secrat place) plumbing kit, ten IDs, Toyota '96 corolla, sucide pill, morphine ingectors (5) false glasses, Russian Trench Knife (knife that fires an 8 shot pistol mag from it's handel) Ballistic Knife, kevlar vest (designed ot appear a plumber's coat) baseball cap, 2 blocks of C4, skin dyes, false mustaches and beards (real ones, not the cheap stuff in jape shops) other stuff of a dubious nature
Information: Not much is known about James Taylor (this name has been selected, his true name is Nicodeme 'Nico' Savoy) aside from the fact thta he is a boring plumber who plumbs the sewers and drains. he just appeared one day, in a house that was bought with modest funds. he does not appear to be married, but a scan of his ring would reveal it is filled with Nightshade, a Solanum that is highly deadly, it kills withn minutes. a search of his house would be even more interesting, somthign that sevral other men in the city make sure is never done by agents of MI6.
a theoretical search would reveal money in hundreds of currencies, dozens of passports, several weapons, almost one hundred files, many with a large X through them, an incinerator, a secure radio frequency, a separate WWW known only as 'Network One' and other 'things' and a single stamp, well hidden, bearing the legend.
"Central Intelligence Agency"
"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
I was going to make an NPC named 'Desmond Bluenlond' just to poke fun at Shas.
"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
-Avarian Pentus--Deathwatch Apothecary
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
I'm gonna do the same guys as last time for the most part. I liked 'em.
Spoiler:
Player: TrollPie
Name: Felix Mechnikov
Species/affiliation: Human/ex-SAS
Nationality: England (originally Russia)
Age: 29 years
Height: 6'1 feet
Appearance: Very thin, long, coarse brown hair, dark brown eyes, hawk-like face with a white burn mark running down the center of his forehead to the top of his mouth, missing the index and little finger on his left hand.
Personality: Cynical and perceptive, usually in a neutral emotional state though prone to violent mood swings caused by an addiction to anti-depressants. Has a very dark sense of humour.
Combat info: Mechnikov prefers scouting and sniping to front line combat, and is renowned for sharp eyes, silent movements and and a steady aim. While usually calm and unrevealing, when exposed to stressful situations he may crack under the pressure and become shakey and cowardly.
His weapons of choice are a P99 tactical pistol, fragmentation and stun grenades, a tactical combat knife and a PSG-1 sniper rifle. In urban environments he uses an AA-12 shotgun.
In combat he usually wears a bandolier carrying grenades and loose-fitting jungle camouflage fatigues. This is often complete with a dark brown bulletproof vest and a thigh-mounted pistol holster..
Biography: Felix Mechnikov was taken to England by his mother at the age of 12, to escape the poverty and crime of Western Russia. His father had been killed by an unhappy mafiaso 2 years before, and his mother died when he was 17. In search of a better life, he joined the Army, where his cunning and stealth learnt in the crime-ridden streets of Dzerzhinsk found him placed in the elite SAS Regiment. He lead a promising career as a recon and infiltration specialist, until an incident in Turkey during his 9th year found him discharged on account of his mental health. During a raid on a drugs plant his patrol was spotted and, in panic, he froze on the spot. His failure to return fire resulted in the death of the rest of his patrol and horrific injuries to himself. Since then he has been a mercenary soldier, earning good money within his team while struggling with his over-reliance on anti-depressants.
Mercenary team:
Jared Cortez
Nationality/affiliation: American, ex-Ranger
Age: 26
Height: 6'7
Appearance: Bald, black, tall, muscular, green eyes and short black hair.
Personality: Bombastic, trigger happy and comedic.
Weaponry: M249 LMG, Desert Eagle, smoke grenades, C4 Demolition charges.
Fred Tanner (Terrence Blackwood) lifted the stock of his 7.62 millimetre rifle and nestled it into his shoulder, the weapon felt familiar in his arms and seemed to fit perfectly with his body shape, the hand around the trigger stock, the arm resting along its length only for the hand to curl around the joiner link for the bi-pod attached to the casing. Fred leaned over the weapon allowing the fake glasses he had perched on the end of his nose to flick up, so that his eye could access the scope better. Through the scope he could see only a line of cars parked on the other side of a road, from the third story window the bi-pod of the rifle was resting on. He took his eye away from the sight for a second to check his watch, fifteen seconds. He checked the room; the locked door, the blacked out windows, (including the one he was standing at) were all open slightly. Fred heard his watch's small clicking alarm, and gently pressed the deadener, five seconds.
He pressed his eye back to the scope leaning into the stock of the rifle with his whole weight, the bi-pod held admirably like it had done hundreds of times before. Tanner saw his quarry come into the scope sights, right on time, his gloved finger gently squeezed the trigger. The gun bucked in his hands but the crash of the shot was reduced by the suppressor attached to the muzzle. Fred pulled the weapon back in from the window and with gloved hands pulled the bolt back on the weapons casing and the shell of the recently fired bullet snapped out. A deft flick of Fred’s hand caught the offending piece of brass and it was deposited neatly in a sealable plastic bag. The fingers then sealed the bag with a deft motion and the bag went into a pocket. Next the Rifle was dismantled its barrel and stock removed from the casing and all three were put into a suitcase laid out on the floor. The case was sealed and he stood up checking the room once more. Once he was sure the room was clear he moved to the door unlocked it with a twist of his wrist and pushed the door open. He looked like any other businessman and calmly walked down the buildings stairs alongside a couple of other men and a woman, all three talking banally about one of their co-workers. At the bottom of the stairs Fred went out of the door and turned left while the others turned right. He took a couple of turns and dropped the bullet casing (inside its bag) into a dumpster several buildings away. He then took of his fake glasses after shattering them and then took of his wig which he burnt. The remains of both went into the dumpster along with the bullet. Finally he took the hair cap off of his head releasing his neck length black hair. The cap was also burnt. Finally he took out a pair of green contacts from his eyes and dropped them in the dumpster. Terrance blackwood then continued down the alley to a waiting car, his gloves still on, he peeled of a set of false plates from the vehicle and drove calmly to the airport. When he got there he left the car in the short term parking and headed into the airport.
Half an hour later Terrence was moving down the hallway of the airport to his flight to cloud city. A business class seat awaited him, he took out his cell phone and quickly made a call.
“This is a trigger finger, the object has been removed”
He cut the call and took out the battery dumping it in the closest bin. The sim card was left in the next one, finally the phone was dropped into a bin just before entering the plane. As Terrence settled into his seat he checked the carbon fibre knife strapped to his right thigh. It was still snug against the skin so he relaxed back into his seat settling in for his 3 hour flight.
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An hour earlier a rich Scottish businessman was walking out of the foyer of the building where he was the CEO, he opened the door to his limo and got in, saying “Home” as he did so. The door swung shut and the limo began to drive, the screen was up between the driver and the passenger however so the driver didn’t see the poll of blood rapidly gathering in the foot well. The businessman’s head was pulped by the round embedded in his skull, entering through the bridge of the nose it had severed not only the spine but the lower cortex of the brain killing the man instantly. He had slumped into his seat and the door had swung shut from its own weight.
A trigger finger had been curled around a trigger at the time.
Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend???
It's just that i don't have the muse to create a new character, and i have made it a practice to reuse an exact character in two RP's, if you set me a role i could take part.
Namis tye sat on a branch watching a group of children playing in the street and their parents talking to each over. His helmet buzzed as he went from person to person listening to what they were talking about until he heard a strange conversational between two mothers.
"My George keeps saying he can see monsters outside his window and when I look in the morning I can see strange prints but nothing else." One mother said as soon as it ended Namis looked around the garden and scanned until he picked up a trace and he knew what it was xenomorphs. He ran back to his Young Bloods to tell them there were a hunt and a very effective one.
Let the hunt begin...We shall earn our titles Spoke Meyr
Do not get cocky Young Blood others have died because of being cocky. Replied Namis
But Tyra remained silent as he normally does, All 3 began to run out of their ship and ready for a honourably hunt the
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Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
... could you at least try to recruit some people Dark, we need others so we can actually get this started, otherwise it could die...
Recruit.. people.. for a game I'm not playing..
I'd say probably not dude. Hell everyone on my forum is already tied up in lord knows how many games.
Some ideas are best saved for later, trust me. You remember Space Hulk? I held that one off for about 4 months.. only posted it because the idea was so good I still hadn't forgotten it.
Hm.. must do a restart at some point.
@Templar - dude. That red writing is a pain the ass to read, I suggest not using it man.
